The morning after their hook up would be awkward and uncomfortable. It always is. He'd had enough one night stands in his life on the road to know just how important it was to get out in the morning before the other person awoke. Never in the history of hooking up would it be smooth and uncomplicated. Dean and Finn had crossed that line last night and now he had to face the consequences.

He knew this before he'd even opened his eyes to face what they day had to offer and he steeled himself for the worst possible scenario, although he wasn't even entirely sure what that may be. Dean opened his eyes and turned his face to the left where Finn had been sleeping peacefully next to him a few hours before. After they'd slept together.

The sheets next to him, much like the night before, were empty and cold.

Dean kicked off the comforter and moved to his side of the bed to reach for his phone on the nightstand. The birds were starting to chirp outside and the sunlight was starting to peek in. He fought a yawn before getting up to pull on his jeans from yesterday and a fresh tshirt before jamming his pajama pants into his bag on the dresser next to hers. He could hear footsteps coming down the hall and he looked up to the door as he zipped his duffle bag closed.

The door opened a few inches and Finn looked in, dressed and ready for the day. "Hey sleepyhead. Your coffee's getting cold." There was absolutely zero awkwardness on her end. He just stared at her for a few seconds in some sort of shock, unable to come up with a reply. "Dean, you coming?" Her hand was on the doorknob as she looked at him expectantly.

He mentally slapped himself. "Uh, yeah." Finn nodded and ducked out of the doorway, presumably to head back down to the kitchen. Dean caught up with her in the hallway in a few quick strides, his strong hand reaching out to snag hers. "Finn." She turned to him, a couple feet from the kitchen where the unmistakable sounds of a coffee pot sputtering and the silverware drawer being opened and shuffled through met their ears.

"Yeah?" If she was playing dumb, he couldn't tell.

Dean glanced over at the couch in the living room off the hallway where his brother had slept, the blanket folded atop the bed pillow he'd used before his tired gaze slid back to the young woman who was standing in front of him. "About last night..." His eyebrows went up slightly and Finn gave him a small smile before tugging her hand from his.

"There's nothing to talk about." Was her hushed reply. "It happened." Finn took a step towards the kitchen and Dean caught her elbow. "What?"

He leaned in, not wanting their conversation to be overheard. "That's all you have to say? Seriously?" She just looked up at him, a somewhat perplexed expression on her face. He started saying something else, but Sam appeared in the hallway.

"Good... you're up." He was smiling at his brother. "Garth ran to get us breakfast."

Finn and Dean shared one more look before he followed her to the kitchen where Bess was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking decaffeinated green tea while Sam was leaning against the counter nearest the coffee pot, sipping from his mug. "Morning, Dean." Bess smiled tiredly, looking even more exhausted than she had last night.

"Morning." He gave her a half smile before Finn moved to sit back at the table across from Garth's wife where her mug sat half full with her second cup of coffee. Dean poured himself a coffee and mimicked his brother, leaning against the counter. "Ava still asleep?"

"Yeah, but she'll be up anytime." Bess covered her yawn with her right hand. "I couldn't sleep last night. I can never get comfortable this close to my due date. Poor Garth was up too, probably because I was tossing and turning." She took a sip. "When I woke up around one, he was up looking out the window."

That comment made Dean's gaze slide to Finn's as they shared some sort of pensive glance and Sam didn't miss that over the rim of his mug, but chose not to comment. "Well, you'll be done with this soon and he'll be here." Sam spoke softly, turning his attention to the blonde. "Then you'll be back to your old self before you know it with two kids to chase."

"I hope so." Bess smiled at Sam before they heard the sounds of the side door from the garage being opened. "Thank goodness... I was starving for a creamstick. Or three." That made the trio laugh softly as Garth entered the kitchen, putting the box of doughnuts on the counter next to Dean. He opened the box and pushed off the counter to move to Bess first.

She took out two creamsticks after plucking a paper napkin from the holder on the table and Dean moved the box to Finn. Of course, she chose the old fashioned doughnut with no frills and she knew Garth remembered that. Garth hung his keys up and they all ate their doughnuts in a comfortable silence until Ava called out. "Daddy?"

She appeared in the doorway in her long tshirt, holding her blanket and rubbing her eyes. "Hi baby." Garth set his half eaten doughnut on a napkin on the counter before picking her up. "You want a doughnut?" She shook her head and hid her face in his neck. He picked his pastry back up with his free hand. "So what else is going on for you guys? I heard you bagged an aswang recently."

"We did." Sam gave him the very PG version and when he did, Dean's gaze slid over to Finn again. She gave him a pointed look of her own as discretely as she could before her eyes moved back to Sam as he spoke about their recent case. He left out the part about Finn getting drugged by the monster, of course, because he didn't want Garth to worry. Sam glanced at the screen on his phone when he was through and frowned a bit. "Well, we better get going. Thank you guys for having us out." His tone was regretful.

"Well, you all better promise to get back out here and see us once this little one comes." Bess wiped her mouth and got to her feet. Sam tossed his napkin in the trashcan before hugging Bess and ruffling Ava's hair.

"We sure will."

The blonde smiled before reaching for Ava. "C'mon, sweet girl, let's go get dressed. Say bye."

"Goodbye," Her tone was a mix of sleepy and grouchy and that made all of the adults smile before Bess and Ava disappeared form the kitchen to head back upstairs to get ready for their day.

"I'll grab our bags." Dean spoke to Finn, who nodded. Garth reached out to turn off the coffee pot before closing the cardboard box that housed the doughnuts.

"I'll walk you guys out."

After Sam and Dean had retrieved their overnight bags from the guest room and stripped the sheets off the guess bed for Bess, Garth followed the trio out to the impala. He hugged Sam first, then Finn. "You take care of yourself." His voice was soft as he hugged her close. "Let me know you guys got home okay." She let go and nodded as she took a step back from him towards the car, smiling up at him. She followed Sam down the driveway and Garth turned to face Dean, but his friend was watching the brunette walk away.

The older man seemed surprised when Garth clapped a hand on his shoulder playfully. "I know that look, man. I've had that look." Green met hazel and for once in his life, Dean couldn't read Garth's emotions.

"What?" He felt his ears start to burn.

"Take care of her." He spoke seriously and Dean wondered if Garth had been looking out of his bedroom window when he and Finn had shared that kiss on the back deck the evening before. "Have a safe trip home, Dean." Garth gave him a smile before giving him a gentle shove towards his car where Sam and Finn were waiting.

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Meanwhile, four states away, Rick was contacting some of his out of town buddies, trying to track down Josie. She had no job, no money, no passport, so where the hell could she have gone a month before? She hadn't really any friends that he knew of outside her group and he'd requested detail phone records from the last year.

A friend of his owed him a favor, so he'd asked her to look through them, to find anything he might have missed.

The only numbers she'd dialed were his and a few of his friends' wives or girlfriends. Her credit card he'd given her for emergencies was a dead end also. There was still no activity despite his six phone calls to them in between his watching them on the app on his phone several times a day.

Rick had briefly considered sending out a wanted poster across the midwestern states, but he didn't wanna risk getting into trouble for that so he was back at square one. He swore, his eyes moving to the framed picture of the two of them on his desk. They'd been hiking that day at the Metroparks not far from his home and she had snapped the selfie on her phone of them laughing and it was one of her favorites, she'd said.

He tore his eyes from that frame and reached out to where he had her phone charging on the left side of his desk. Rick punched in the security code and scrolled through her dozen contacts for the millionth time in the last four weeks and still came up empty.

Someone had to have helped her leave, but who? He wondered.

The only items that were missing from the house were her running shoes, flip flops and probably some clothing. And her backback they'd used for hiking. She had that also because it was missing from the front hall closet where she always kept it. But everything else Josie had walked away from, including her diamond engagement ring that she'd left sitting on the counter by the coffee pot.

Rick took another long pull from his beer bottle. He'd find her eventually and make her pay for leaving him and saying those things on his social media page. Boy, had that been a mess trying to explain away her very public statements all the while keeping up with the story that she was staying with her ill mother in southern Ohio near Steubenville, where reception on her phone was shitty.

We'd been hacked, can you believe it?

He'd responded to a few texts from his friends' wives on her cell, pretending to be Josie, but never taking any calls. Yeah, he'd find her alright, and she was gonna clean up the damn mess she'd made for him.

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